Native Tidbits

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on October 6, 2008 by vbrice

The term “feather in your cap” came from the American Indian tradition
of obtaining feathers for headdresses. Birds were captured, some
feathers plucked, and the birds were released. Each feather represented
an act of bravery. The fashion of decorating hats with feathers declined
in the twentieth century because too many birds were being slaughtered
for their feathers.

The term “counting coup” or just simply “coup” that has come to mean one
studio signing a major star over another studio actually came about from
the Indians. When different sects of the same tribe would get together,
i.e. the Seminole creeks and the Muskogee creeks, they would ride against
each other in a type of war game. The only difference is they would use
sticks or branches painted different colors to “attack” with. Each hit
would be a coup. At the end of the match they would simply “count coup’
to determine a winner. I find it amazing how much of our language in
America actually comes from the Indian language.

Some Common Sense

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on September 3, 2008 by vbrice
The following is the philosophy of Charles Schulz, the creator of the ‘Peanuts’ comic strip.
You don’t have to actually answer the questions.
Just read this straight through, and you’ll get the point.
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America pageant.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade’s worth of World Series winners.
How did you do?
The point is , none of us remember the headliners of yesterday.
These are no second-rate achievers.
They are the best in their fields.
But the applause dies..
Awards tarnish.
Achievements are forgotten.
Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.
Here’s another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special!!
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
Easier?
The lesson:
The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials..
the most money…or the most awards.
They simply are the ones who care the most‘Don’t worry about the world coming to an end today.
‘Be Yourself. Everyone Else Is Taken!’

Native American was potato chip inventor

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on August 21, 2008 by vbrice

Hi ,I found out today that a Native American named George Crum invented the first potato chips. It was way back in 1853 and this guy lived  and worked in Saratoga Springs, New York at a fancy resort. He was the chef and he made fries the thick-cut French way that was popular since the 1700′s. He only made them thinner because of customer that didn’t like his thick fries. He made them thinner , the customer still complained so in anger he made them real thin. The customer loved them and then others wanted his thin potatoes. Potato chips are the number one snack food.

When you thought I wasn’t looking….

Posted in family, Uncategorized with tags , , , on July 29, 2008 by vbrice
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately
wanted to paint you a new one.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind
to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make my
favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little
things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I heard you say a
prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always
talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I
learned that we all have to help take care of each
other.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you give of
your time and money to help people who had nothing,
and I learned that those who have something should
give to those who don’t.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw how you
handled your responsibilities, even when you didn’ t
feel good, and I learned that I would have to be
responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things
hurt, but it’s all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I learned most of life’s lessons that I need to know to be a good and
productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I looked at you and wanted to say,’Thanks for all the things I saw when
you thought I wasn’t looking.’  
This is something I got in an email that spoke to me, it says something I would say up to the sky to my Mom who is with the creator. Thanks Mom, I miss you. 


BEER DRINKING

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on July 18, 2008 by vbrice

 

 

  THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:

1. Innovative

2. Preliminary

3. Proliferation

4. Cinnamon

 

 

 THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:

1. Specificity

2. Anti-constitutionalistically

3. Passive-aggressive disorder

4. Transubstantiate

 

 

 THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN  DRUNK:

1. No thanks, I’m married.

2. Nope, no more booze for me!

3. Sorry, but you’re not really my type.

4. Taco Bell ?  No thanks, I’m not hungry.

5. Good evening, officer! Isn’t it lovely out  tonight?

6. Oh, I couldn’t! No one wants to hear me sing karaoke

7. I’m not interested in fighting you.

8. Thank you, but I won’t make any attempt to dance, I

    have no coordination. I’d hate to look like a fool!

9. Where is the nearest bathroom? I refuse to pee in

    this parking lot or on the side of the road.

10. I must be going home now, as I have to work in the morning. 

 

 

 

BBQ Rules

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on July 11, 2008 by vbrice


We are about to enter the summer and BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking activity, as it’s the only type of cooking a ‘real’ man will do, probably because there’s an element of danger involved.

When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion:

Routine…
(1) The woman buys the food.

(2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.

(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along
with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man
who is lounging beside the grill – beer in hand.

Here comes the important part:
(4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.

More routine…
(5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.

(6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He
thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he deals with the
situation.

Important again:
(7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.

More routine…
(8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins,
sauces, and brings them to the table.
(9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.

  And most important of all:
(10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.

 

(11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed ‘her night off.’ And, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there’s just no pleasing some women…

WHAT!   Everyone enjoy your grilling season wherever you may be.

Illegal Immigrants Poem

Posted in life with tags , on June 24, 2008 by vbrice

I cross ocean,poor and broke. Take bus,see employment folk.

Nice man treat me good in there, Say I need go see Welfare.

Welfare say,”You come no more, We send cash right to your door.”

Welfare checks,they make you wealthy. Medicaid,it keep you healthy!

Thanks to you,TAXPAYER dummy.

Write to friends in motherland, Tell them “come, fast as you can”

They  come in turbans and Ford trucks, I buy big house with welfare bucks.

They come here, we live together, More welfare checks, it gets better!

Fourteen families, they moving in, But neighbor’s patience wearing thin.

Finally, white guy moves away, I buy his house, and then I say,

“Find more aliens for house to rent.” In my yard I put a tent.

Send for family they just trash, But they, too, draw welfare cash!

Everything is very good, Soon we own whole neighborhood.

We have hobby it called breeding, Welfare pay for baby feeding.

Kids need dentist?  Wife need pills? We get free! We got no bills!

TAXPAYER crazy! He pay all year, To keep welfare running here.

We think America darn good place! Too darn good for white man race.

If they no like us, they can scram, Got lots of room in Pakistan.

This poem is not written by me, I am a TAXPAYER of the United States of America and all I want is people to come to America and pay taxes and WORK!

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